New fiction from the hinterlands.

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Sit in the car and watch them load it up. Probably hate me by now. As though I’m faking it or something. There; she just shot an evil in my general direction.
Moving the eyeballs is okay, just about. The neck though, is not. Like it’s been frozen in its place; icy crystals piercing the sinew and flesh, stretching the nerve endings until they shriek their pain signal to the brain. But no; must be faking that.
And there’s my feet. Been numb ever since.
So I couldn’t go on their precious walks or anything.
It’ll be fun at the airport though. It’ll be fun when they have to push me onto the plane in a wheelchair.
Never been in a wheelchair before.